Praise the Lord, sun and moon;
praise him, all you shining stars!
–Psalm 148:3
Psalm 148 is the lectionary psalm for almost every Friday of the year, including today. It is creation’s song of praise to its Creator, to the God who created each thing that exists by His Word—the Word that has now become flesh in Jesus Christ.
What, I wonder, happened at the moment of incarnation? What gasp did all creation sharply inhale at once when the Word through whom and by whom and in whom they were all created took on flesh, became one of those He had made? What love, what immense love is this that the eternal, infinite God should limit His eternity, should bind His infinity in human flesh?
No wonder the sun and moon and shining stars sing praise, the mountains and hills and trees, the wild beasts and cattle, the creeping things and winged birds, the kings and all peoples—young and old, men and women—indeed, the very rocks cry out in praise of such a God.
Wishing you all a joyful, wonder-filled Christmas!
An extra bit of Christmas cheer for Susan Forshey: my friend, Jack picked your number; Lost Mission will be on its way to you come Monday.
